{"id":3320,"date":"2020-09-09T12:27:21","date_gmt":"2020-09-09T12:27:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/?p=3320"},"modified":"2020-09-09T12:27:22","modified_gmt":"2020-09-09T12:27:22","slug":"survivor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/2020\/09\/09\/survivor\/","title":{"rendered":"SURVIVOR"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> < 1<\/span> minute<\/span><\/span>\n

The cool breeze swished her long black tresses across her face<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she gently brushed it away with her manicured hands,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Revealed a radiating face, with glowing eyes encapsulating dreams to achieve;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her reddened lips parted and let out a laugh, endorsing a carefree soul.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daddy\u2019s little Princesses she was;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hand to a knight in shining armour he would give, he always said<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enrobed in a beautiful gown, blazoned with sparkling jewelry<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today she was on her way to her mate\u2019s bridal day.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she sauntered in savoir-faire, a gush of liquid splashed her face<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

All she could feel was her melting skin, gnawing her like pins and needles;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She screamed and howled in intense pain, as people started fencing in<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Open her eyes when she did, she was laid in a bed with clean white sheet<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crisscrossed with wires she laid there still,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was an acid attack, she vaguely heard.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t give up my love, you are my fighter girl, whispered her Daddy to his little girl<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first she dithered to look into the mirror; but when she did with fortitude<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She saw in there a Survivor, a Conqueror;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Strong spirit, no acid could lash.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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